![]() ![]() The story is quite predictable and unoriginal, but at least the voice acting is pretty decent. ![]() When you are finally released in 2006, you have only one thing on your mind: sweet bloody revenge. But at the halfway point of the game, you are betrayed and end up in prison for 28 years. ![]() You perform a variety of loosely connected jobs Ц from stealing cars to kidnapping Ц as you move up the organization. ![]() The story starts in the summer of 1978, complete with authentic clothing (bell bottoms live!), hair styles (long hair, big afros and mutton chops) and big gas guzzling cars. The main character, TK (or simply, УThe KidФ) is an ambitious 18-year old paying his dues as a driver for a New York criminal organization. The story unfolds like a classic 1970's Hollywood car action movie with impressive high-resolution pre-rendered cutscenes. This means old Driver standards like Tanner, the undercover cop storyline and the Film Director mode have been toasted, and time spent out of the car has been dramatically reduced to the point where you'll spend only about 10% of the game on foot Ц a wise decision for a game called УDriverФ. Rather than keep building upon previous efforts Ц which obviously hasn't been successful Ц they decided to wipe the slate clean and make an entirely new game. Reflections Interactive humbly acknowledges their previous effort was severely lacking, so they re-evaluated everything with the goal of bringing the franchise back to what made it great in the first place: providing insanely fun driving and spectacular Hollywood-style crashes. Having said that, Parallel Lines is a vast improvement over the buggy clunky mess that was Driver 3 Ц but then again, developer Reflections Interactive could have shipped a blank disk and it still would have been an improvement. Like my old beater, Driver: Parallel Lines starts off with sheer coolness but its flaws soon become annoyingly apparent and reveal a game that is generally competent, but can't hold your interest in the long run. It sounded cool at first but quickly grated on my senses and became so annoying I couldn't get it fixed fast enough. One day the muffler rusted through and my wimpy Datsun suddenly developed this deep throaty exhaust note that would embarrass a big block Chevy V-8. But it was cheap, reliable and good on gas. My first car was a beat up old Datsun that was so gutless, merging onto the freeway required sacrificing a chicken on the dashboard alter and an inhuman amount of intestinal fortitude. ![]()
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